I shall never forget that battle -
The air is impregnated with death,
And over the horizon in the noiseless rain
Another fell - and I lookded ahead:
To move alive out of the battle, -
Thus my life is tied in a hurry
To the silly stars.
I already decided: The misfortune has passed
And I managed to wriggle out, -
Out of the sky fell down a stray star -
Directly in the heart.
We were told: "The height is needed!"
And "Donít spare cartridges!.."
There started rolling a second star -
To them upon the shoulder straps.
The stars are in the sky - like fish in a pond
Enough for all with gain.
If I were not dead, I should walk at that time
Also - a Hero.
I would give the Star to the son,
Simply - as a memory...
On the sky hangs a lost star
Nowhere to fall.